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Chapter 157 Is there anyone else? [The first change, asking for a monthly ticket, asking for a subscription]

Long drought meets rain.

happy!

Under the eyes of everyone, Luo Hong pinched Cui Kui, a fourth-rank evil cultivator, to death, but his heart seemed as sweet as eating honey.

nice guy!

The evil cultivators are indeed good people!

Luo Hongzheng was worried that the evil energy in his dantian had not recovered, which made his trip to Jiangling mansion a lot less. The appearance of Cui Kui was like a ray of sunshine tearing apart everything in the endless darkness. Hong felt warm all over.

It turns out that this is... there is true affection in the world, and there is true love in the world!

Release your hand.

Cui Kui was sucked dry of the evil energy, twisted his neck and lost his strength immediately, his face was full of panic before death, unbelievable, and...doubt about life.

His pupils seemed to reflect the shock of discovering the great secret.

thump.

With a crisp sound, Cui Kui's body fell into Luoshen Lake, as if entering Luoshen's arms, and sank powerlessly to the bottom of the lake.

On the surface of the lake, Luo Hong was dressed in white to win over the snow, and the Chunjun sword hovered quietly beside him.

The Qi of Zhengyang became brighter and brighter, making many people feel a little dazzling when looking directly at it, and even felt like crying.

So... so bright!

There are also countless "Zheng" characters blooming on the top of the head, each of which is a mantra of a sage, so many orthographic characters, like stars in the night sky, twinkling and twinkling.

Dead silence, no sound.

Cui Kui, No.11 on the Yellow List, the peak strength of the fourth rank, the arrogance of the Ghost Sword Sect, but in the hands of Luo Hong... was instantly killed!

No, it should be said to be purified!

The evil power in Cui Kui's body could not pose any threat in front of Luo Hong at all, and was completely purified.

Is this the restraint of the system?

"No. [-] on the yellow list, really strong!"

"Fifth-rank Confucianism, ask about state of mind!"

"Luo Hong is still a master's disciple, an orthodox Confucianism cultivator. Cui Kui has lost his head and dared to provoke Confucianism cultivator."

"How long has it been Luo Hongcheng's disciple? Cui Kui probably didn't expect Luo Hong to become a fifth-rank Confucian cultivator..."

The surrounding Jianghu visitors who watched the battle, as well as the monks in the flower boat, all sighed long.

Cui Kui, what a pity.

No. 11 on the Yellow List, the evil cultivator at the peak of the fourth rank, may even become the leader of the Ghost Sword Sect in the future.

However, he died in this sword appreciation meeting for no apparent reason.

Ghost Sword Sect can also be regarded as a sword cultivator, but it belongs to a different kind of sword cultivator, combining evil spirits with sword skills to form a unique ghost sword skill.

The power is very strong, and there are also top powerhouses in the sect.

Even if he meets Chu Tiannan, who was once the number two on the Yellow List, even if he can't win, it is still possible to get away with the evil cultivator's strange means.

However, when Cui Kui met Luo Hong, not to mention retreating, all evil spirits were purified from his body.

That's horrible……

The essence of evil cultivation lies in the accumulation of the power of evil spirit. As a result, evil spirit was evaporated, and there was no threat in an instant, and Luo Hong easily twisted his neck.

Death is bleak.

However, many people cheered up because they found that Luo Hong had closed his eyes.

Seems to be calming down.

"Cui Kui is No.11 on the yellow list after all! Even if Luo Hong kills Cui Kui, he will consume a lot of energy. Although he is a Confucianism cultivator, it takes a lot of spiritual power to purify evil spirits. Big!"

"He closed his eyes to recover, don't give him too many chances to recover!"

"Our chance has come. I thought this guy was an iron man, but it turns out that he is also tired!"

In the flower boats, there was suddenly a low voice lingering.

Many feel that their opportunity has come!

While you are sick, I will kill you!

kill!

Whoa!

The flower boat swayed, and one after another, the aura soared into the sky.

The quacks on the lakeside all shrank their eyes, some sneered, some curled their lips in contempt, and some secretly sighed.

Luo Hong is crazy, but he is still human after all...

Wheel battles are very shameless, but the effect is very significant, time and time again, even though Luo Hong kills each other with thunderous means every time, shocking the world.

However, once he shows signs of fatigue, those who are ready to move will show ferocious minions, trying to tear Luo Hong apart.

in the crowd.

The woman wearing a veil and carrying a violin case frowned slightly, with a trace of worry in her eyes.

These people really shamelessly engage in wheel battles, and if this continues...

Luo Hong might really be unable to bear it.

The most important thing is... the monks of the third rank have not made a move yet.

So far, all the monks who have taken action are fifth-rank and fourth-rank monks. Once a third-rank monk makes a move, Luo Hong will inevitably fall into a hard fight.

He couldn't protect Piaoxue Sword.

Thinking of this, the woman's eyes showed sadness, Luo Hongchen's sword is now regarded as a prize, and even, it can only be guarded by his descendants at the risk of their lives.

Inexplicably feeling a little sad.

on the carriage.

Blind Yuan was sitting quietly, the old man's face was full of ravines, although he couldn't see it, but his ears were very sharp, and he could hear the rustling of the people around him clearly.

However, he was very calm, did killing evil cultivators really consume a lot of money?

No one really thinks that way, right?

A Confucianism cultivator with the virtual appearance of a saint is definitely the nemesis of evil cultivators!

A whole body of righteousness is enough to purify evil cultivators. Young Master has never even used the illusory appearance of a saint. How much can it consume?

However, Blind Yuan still frowned.

Because, with Cui Kui's death, there are gradually third-rank monks in the flower boat ready to move.

Those third-rank monks who had been watching the excitement were ready to make a move.

This time the Sword Appreciation Conference stipulates that those who are below the second rank can participate, so, the third rank... is considered the ceiling of this sword appreciation conference.

Of course, there are strong and weak third ranks, but even if they are weak, they will not be so weak.

Therefore, what follows is even more dangerous for Luo Hong.

The world seems to have become quiet.

All forces are watching.

In the low building in the distance, Prefect Zhang and the commander of the government army were watching.

On the upper floors of the Guixiang Building, Chu Tiannan and Lao Huang were also watching.

The travelers behind the white jade fence held their breath, their gazes playful in the middle of the flower boat.

On the flower boat in the center, Wei Qiansui squinted his eyes, smiling half-smile, with playfulness.

The atmosphere began to gradually become colder.

The setting sun began to gradually hide behind the mountain, and seemed to be half-swallowed by Luoshen Lake, leaving only half a boiled egg yolk, exuding a faint yellow halo.

On the surface of the lake, the thick and bloody blood continued to disappear.

Standing in white clothes, eyes closed, still.

In the flower boat, a handsome young swordsman tiptoed on the edge of the flower boat and swung out directly, as if Feihong was stepping on slush, without causing the lake to fluctuate at all.

This control over power is indeed astonishing.

"Aren't you that crazy? If you want to stop this sword appreciation competition alone, then let me meet you."

A faint sound lingered, shaking endlessly on the lake.

In the flower boat, many people showed their heads, even the middle-aged man in the Wu family flower boat walked out of the cabin and watched the battle seriously, because the person who shot was a third-rank monk!

A third-rank sword madness swordsman.

Luo Hong still kept his eyes closed, but he was not adjusting his breath, he was feeling the evil spirit pouring into his dantian.

The evil power that was sucked dry by Miss Asura before finally recovered a little.

"But I'm finally willing to give up the third-rank monks. I thought you would continue to send fifth-rank and fourth-rank monks to die, using human life to consume me, and let you third-rank monks sit on the hook."

Luo Hong still closed his eyes and said lightly.

As soon as the words came out, the faces of the Zhou family in the flower boat were extremely ugly. After all, the Zhou family lost two fourth-rank and one fifth-rank dead, which consumed a lot of talismans. For the Zhou family, it was definitely a serious injury. .

And many monks in the surrounding flower boats were also whispering.

The figure standing on the lake and facing Luo Hong smiled.

"I'm here, Meteor Sword Sect, Wangcheng."

"Young Master Luohong... please advise."

Wangcheng Road.

Falling with his words.

On the surface of the lake, sword energy suddenly floated out of thin air. Rank three, who can already mobilize the power of heaven and earth for their own use, belong to the extraordinary.

Luo Hong opened his eyes suddenly, and glanced at the well-dressed Wang Cheng.

A third-rank swordsman.

Very good, very good.

Finally came the third grade.

Cui Kui died so quickly that Luo Hong didn't even write his name in the booklet. It was a little regretful, it was at least a hundred sins.

Luo Hong took out the charcoal pen, and solemnly wrote down the name of the royal city on the pamphlet.

And Wang Cheng also moved.

Step down.

Countless sword qi shot out from under the soles of his feet, and in an instant, the lake water was stirred up, causing the calm lake surface to be broken like a mirror in an instant, and water swords shot out one after another, densely packed, turning into Swords flew all over the sky, roaring towards Luo Hong.

Rank five battles rank three!

On Luoshen Lake, everyone held their breath and watched the battle.

The third rank belongs to the rank of the extraordinary, the rank of the top rank monks, even though Luo Hong is the second in the yellow list, it should be very difficult to win, right?

Although everyone thought so in their hearts, everyone was watching the battle on the lake.

The gust of wind howled, making the white shirt on Luo Hong's body suddenly stick to his body.

Pressure, finally a little pressure.

The third grade is still very strong.

Luo Hong squinted his eyes, tapped on the Chunjun sword with his fingers, and the next moment the Chunjun sword roared out.

Facing the rain of swords all over the sky, Chun Junjian rushed up alone, looking a bit cold and powerless.